Writer's Block 2-2-09
If you could live one day over and over, what would it be?
Most of my favorite days involve my husband in one way or another; he is the person I'm the closest to, he is my best friend and most beloved family member. We've been through a lot together. One thing I really dislike about my husband is that he's very unemotional. If he didn't tell me that he loved me, or that he like something, or that something mad him sad then I wouldn't have a clue what he's thinking or feeling. He only shows negative emotions because he thinks that's how men should be (that's another kettle of fish).
My day to live over and over is the first day I saw my husband after basic training, at his graduation at Ft. Benning, Georgia. We hadn't seen one another for over nine weeks and had next to no contact except for letters. That morning I was so anxious and excited. I wanted everything to be perfect, including myself. I think I put lotion all over myself three times. I was upset because I couldn't get my hair just so. I wore a red dress and leopard print peep-toes with a very small wedge. I forgot my toothbrush so I had to "brush" them with a wash cloth.
I took a taxi on base and sat down with all of the other anxious family members. My meticulously applied makeup was literally just melting off of my face because it was so goddamn hot and humid. When the soldiers finally marched into formation and I saw my husband, the bottom of my stomach dropped out and my heart started racing. When they were done with their ceremony, I remember just standing in the middle waiting and looking for him; he suddenly just came up and I was so shocked by how thin he looked, how young and old at the same time. I remember making sure I didn't cry so I wouldn't embarrass him. But when he saw me and when he held me, I knew how much he loved and missed me. It was such a rare thing.
We spent the rest of that day and the next in my hotel room, trying to make up for nine weeks of loneliness and abstinence. Before we finally moved to Hawaii, every meet-up was like that. We would frantically try to squeeze months of love, sex, and togetherness into a weekend or holiday leave. They were my favorite times of the year and nothing can beat the excitement of being with your mate again after so long.
A close second to this day is the week he came to Pitt. Not only was his visit one of those exciting breaks in the loneliness, but I was able to share my other love with him. I love Pitt, I love the Cathedral of Learning, I love the Carnegie Library, I love the bus, I love everything about it. I thought Manuel would love it too, but he honestly hated it. He hates the city and prefers a small-town vibe. I was very disappointed, haha.
Most of my favorite days involve my husband in one way or another; he is the person I'm the closest to, he is my best friend and most beloved family member. We've been through a lot together. One thing I really dislike about my husband is that he's very unemotional. If he didn't tell me that he loved me, or that he like something, or that something mad him sad then I wouldn't have a clue what he's thinking or feeling. He only shows negative emotions because he thinks that's how men should be (that's another kettle of fish).
My day to live over and over is the first day I saw my husband after basic training, at his graduation at Ft. Benning, Georgia. We hadn't seen one another for over nine weeks and had next to no contact except for letters. That morning I was so anxious and excited. I wanted everything to be perfect, including myself. I think I put lotion all over myself three times. I was upset because I couldn't get my hair just so. I wore a red dress and leopard print peep-toes with a very small wedge. I forgot my toothbrush so I had to "brush" them with a wash cloth.
I took a taxi on base and sat down with all of the other anxious family members. My meticulously applied makeup was literally just melting off of my face because it was so goddamn hot and humid. When the soldiers finally marched into formation and I saw my husband, the bottom of my stomach dropped out and my heart started racing. When they were done with their ceremony, I remember just standing in the middle waiting and looking for him; he suddenly just came up and I was so shocked by how thin he looked, how young and old at the same time. I remember making sure I didn't cry so I wouldn't embarrass him. But when he saw me and when he held me, I knew how much he loved and missed me. It was such a rare thing.
We spent the rest of that day and the next in my hotel room, trying to make up for nine weeks of loneliness and abstinence. Before we finally moved to Hawaii, every meet-up was like that. We would frantically try to squeeze months of love, sex, and togetherness into a weekend or holiday leave. They were my favorite times of the year and nothing can beat the excitement of being with your mate again after so long.
A close second to this day is the week he came to Pitt. Not only was his visit one of those exciting breaks in the loneliness, but I was able to share my other love with him. I love Pitt, I love the Cathedral of Learning, I love the Carnegie Library, I love the bus, I love everything about it. I thought Manuel would love it too, but he honestly hated it. He hates the city and prefers a small-town vibe. I was very disappointed, haha.